When Johnny Cueto pitched his first home game for the Kansas City Royals, my uncle posted to Facebook that he was in attendance at the game against the Detroit Tigers. I read this in midst of watching The Bachelor in Paradise, where Claire, a tried and true sojourner for love, was in the midst of telling her fellow contestants—all of them—that they were not in paradise for all the right reasons. She then stormed out of the rose ceremony in existential crisis about the meaning of love and commitment.
Meanwhile, Johnny Cueto, Kansas City’s newly acquired ace, was in midst of a complete game shutout, with Detroit’s lineup looking as futile in its attempts to score as Claire’s quest for romance and my efforts to simply watch reality unfold without distraction. Instead, I ended up mesmerized not so much by Cueto's pitching but how he pitches.
I live in Virginia. The games televised tend to be of the Washington Nationals and Baltimore Orioles variety. Seeing Cueto is therefore a rare treat. Of course, I was not the only person mesmerized by his manner of style on the mound. On that Monday night, the Royals made him their king.
Moreover, what ultimately made Cueto’s ascent in the hearts of Kansas City fans more intriguing than Claire’s descent into tears and hyperventilation was more than a matter of reality television versus sports theater. It was a matter of building community, lasting or not, and I wrote about that for The Classical.
A thank you should also go out to Nick Bond for his well-suggested cuts. Also, this video is ridiculous:
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